World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Playing with power." Nergo shook his head, "It's really disgusting."

If Margok lived in the Middle Ages, or if Draenor had the habit of naming kings, then he would have definitely earned the title of "Eight-Clawed Spider".

A king who excels in diplomacy and has excellent eloquence. In the end, he is full of intrigues and tricks, but he only loses in military affairs.

A long time had passed since the discussion between them, and he had also used his vision technique for a long time. Margok noticed him, but did not stop him, acquiescing that he could see everything.

After seeing the ogre's performance, Nergo was originally worried that the ogre's spine would be too hard to control, but now it seems that the nobles of Highmaul are weaker than he thought.

He thought Highmaul was a tiger with no remaining power, but in reality Highmaul was a fool like a troglodyte.

Tiger grandson? Hozen!

Mar'gok walked out of the tent. In the eyes of the orc guards standing guard, these fat ogres opened Grommash's tent. The laughter coming from inside could be heard clearly from a distance. Clearly.

Margok took a deep breath.

He kept telling himself to relax and protect his family's rule over Highmaul above all else.

He kept his voice gentle and wore the same smile as the orcs. If this was not the orcs' camp, there is no chance that the winner of this war in the eyes of others would actually be Highmaul.

He lowered his head respectfully and knelt down a few steps away from Grommash.

"We will hand over the methods of cultivating mages and the inheritance of the Ogre Empire to your warrior, Grommash Hellscream."

Grommash's smile grew wider. This was the smile he only had when he defeated a strong enemy and saw the opponent kneeling down a few steps in front of him. He opened his eyes wide and admired the ugliness of the ogres.

In Nergo's previous life, there was Genghis Khan, a world-famous conqueror. He once said, "The happiest thing in life is to kill people, take away all their property, eradicate them, make their relatives cry bitterly, and then rape their wives." female."

As a "nomadic khan", Grommash naturally has similar hobbies to him in some aspects. For example, he likes to kill people and watch his enemies kneel.

"Führer, why do you have to kneel down?" Nergo raised his head slightly, his smile could not be hidden. He did not expect that the king of the ogres could understand the current affairs to this extent. No wonder he was the king.

"Now that I have met my chief, the king of the country, I naturally have to kneel down and worship." Margok lowered his head. He knew that he had no way to retreat. He had already lost his face for the sake of controlling the city. All clean.

But he had no choice.

"What about the other conditions? Have you all agreed?" Grommash said seriously: "If anything is missing, you can't worship me or regard me as your master."

"Highmaul will grant whatever the chieftain wants."

Grommash nodded with satisfaction.

"Your king is on his knees, what about you?"

Grommash glanced at the stunned ogres who seemed not to understand why the head of state was so "aware of current affairs", and sneered: "Since you have met the chief, why don't you worship him?"

This time, it's the turn of these ogres to scold you. If you don't kneel down, Grommash may not be aware of this, but if you kneel down like this and we don't kneel down, is it okay?

You must know that kneeling down in this world is not the etiquette of a minister meeting a king, but a slave meeting his master.

It was better now. The slow-reacting ogre was still thinking about whether to kneel down, but the quick-reacting ogre was already kneeling in the big tent with his butt raised.

Funny, so funny.

But the orcs led by Grommash were satisfied.

Previously, it was not only the ogres who were talking about it, but also the orcs. When the ogres were away, many orcs expressed their desire to continue humiliating them, and Nergo also agreed with this.

Just like how New Rome tamed the island nation in North America, let all ogres understand clearly that the ogre dignitaries headed by Malgok are actually worthless in front of the orcs. They are not born noble, and they do not have the kingship granted by heaven. The so-called titan bestows It was even more of a lie to claim the ogre's right to rule the earth.

But now the situation does not seem to be good. Margok's kneeling and the previous ugly behavior of the ogre dignitaries have achieved all the goals he wanted, and even exceeded it.

Originally, he just wanted to let the ogres know who is the boss, and let them see that his king is not worth mentioning in front of the orcs. The best solution is to be honest and serve as pawns for the orcs with Margok.

Instead of completely breaking the ogre's back, what else would the Warsong clan do with them? A waste of land?

Just like the original timeline, the remaining ogres after the destruction of Highmaul really made it all 2b, let alone servants, even Nelgo the dog would find it an eyesore.

Now, if Nelgo were to publicly humiliate all the Gorians as originally planned, a civil war might break out in Highmaul.

There are countless usurpations, divisions, and uprisings.

Grommash raised his eyebrows, gently stretched out his hand, and said to Margok: "Get up. You don't have to do this in the future. You are a subject, not a slave."

Grommash also has his own ideas on this matter, and he should not be too harsh on the ogres.

The problem now is that the orcs cannot kill them all, they can only make them surrender, and they must also ensure that the surrendered ogre has a certain fighting capacity.

As for whether Highmaul will rebel in the future?

All he could say was that even the ogres in their heyday were defeated, so what kind of trouble could they make now?

If you are the master of others, you must be tolerant of others.

At least Grommash doesn't think that the clan will stagnate or even become weaker. The orcs will only become stronger, so strong that the ogres dare not have second thoughts.

Margok stood up and smiled, his mouth opening. This is a smile full of promise, usually only shown when facing the relatives he intends to kill.

He made the right bet.

He knew that the orcs would definitely want to humiliate him, just like the former head of state humiliated Grommash, and if he were Grommash, then publicly humiliating him in front of all his people would undoubtedly be a good choice.

In front of his subjects, if he submits to the orcs like a dog, then his rule will be in jeopardy.

While his current kneeling may seem humiliating, it actually avoids possible humiliation in front of all his subjects.

In this way, he can still maintain his majesty in the hearts of the Gorians.

But at this moment, the sound of a sharp blade coming out of its sheath suddenly appeared in the tent.

From the corner of his eye, Margok clearly saw that the source of the sound was Krago.

He pulled out his sharp blade and rushed towards Grommash's position, pushing the orcs in front of him onto their backs, and then stepped over them.

His stone pillar-like arms were spread out, holding a sharp blade in one hand and wielding a big stick in the other.

At this moment, the guards present were shocked. One of the orcs threw a throwing ax, and the sharp blade passed through the air, cutting into his shoulder and still shaking.

Crago's blood was sprinkled on the ground as if it was free of charge, but he continued to rush forward.

At this time, Margok stretched out an arm to hug him in time, cut his throat with his palm, and pushed him backwards.

Krago fell heavily to the ground, with such force that the orc guards who heard the noise outside the tent and barged in took a few steps back.

Malgok kicked him in the stomach and watched as his face twisted in pain. "What a complete idiot!" he yelled.

What the hell is the difference between this and a rebel? All the things he gained by kneeling were destroyed by this reckless man.

This is worse than turning against the thieves!

Grommash stood up. All the orcs took up arms and turned on Mal'gok and the other ogres.

Margok let go of his foot on the Spellbreaker's belly, stood up straight, and looked into the chief's eyes. He took a careful breath and braced himself for battle. He's physically bigger, but Hellscream is faster.

Grommash clenched Bloodhowl with his thick fingers, and his breathing became gradually heavier, "What else do you have to say."

After hearing the news, the orcs came towards Margok fiercely and quickly, divided into two sides, raised their weapons and surrounded him.

"I'll give you a chance to say three sentences. If you can't convince me, you'll die."

Grommash never thought he was so ruthless, and the ogre tried to assassinate him, but he still mercifully gave Mal'gok a chance to explain.

"This is not my order." Although the head of state's expression was a little gloomy, he still hurriedly explained, "Highmaul has surrendered."

"You are the chief, you are the monarch, how could I send someone to assassinate you? If that was what I meant, then I would not stop him."

Mal'gok showed his palm, indicating that he had no weapons in his hand, to reassure the orcs.

Grommash chose to believe him. As for this reckless ogre, he slowly said: "Take him down for treatment and then lock him up."

In any case, this ogre was quite courageous to dare to try to assassinate him in his home.

He turned to look at the messenger who had come to report, and said in a voice just loud enough for Mal'gok to hear: "Give my orders to the troops. The attack ends here. Highmaul is now a servant of the Warsong clan. "

Grommash's voice became louder and louder, and when he said that Highmaul was a servant of the Warsong clan, all the orcs in Mo'gor heard this.

It took several minutes for the scattered and excited cheers to stop. Highmaul, Servant, was the title Mal'gok was forced to accept under threat of death.

The only consolation is that Grommash still calls Mal'gok by the title of Head of State. He is still the Ogre King.

The sound of hell roaring sounded from beside him, interrupting Margok's meditation. "I know you still have many slaves in the city."

Margok had to bow and answer: "Yes."

"You have to release all the orcs. This is part of the treaty." Grommash walked past him and sneered, "I believe you will not rebel, but I also want to remind you to take care of your men. Ogre, if anyone tries to resist the rule of the Warsong Clan, I will send the Wolf Riders to take your blood."

The Führer made no response.

………………

A simple surrender ceremony was quickly held outside the gates of Highmaul.

As the commander of the orc alliance, Grommash received an extremely precious crown inlaid with jewels from the frightened ogre in front of everyone. This represented the city that had symbolized Nag for centuries. The city at the core of Lan officially welcomed its new owner today.

Unexpectedly, Grommash took the crown and looked at it for a while before casually handing it to the guard behind him. In his eyes, this gorgeous crown was worse than the fur of a ferocious beast.

It can't prove the master's bravery, it can't symbolize the master's glory, it's just a few bright beads. Is this how the ogre was destroyed by power and greed?

Successfully conquering Highmaul and returning this great city to the orcs, Grommash had imagined this moment countless times. However, just as he was about to enter the city gate, he suddenly discovered that he was not as happy as he thought. .

Grommash didn't care what Margok's expression was, and he didn't need to care about the defeated man's mood.

He came to Nelgo's position and looked at his adjutant. Grommash showed a sincere smile, "You have changed the Warsong clan."

"I have always thought so." Nelgo's mouth was smiling like Grommash, "And when the day I die, I must ask my father, he is proud of me. ?"

"If such a day comes, I will definitely know the answer before you do." Grommash is not shy about the somewhat sensitive issue of death. "My father is still wandering around the Land of the Ancestors with the ancestors who died in the war."

When he was very young, his father Gormash would often drink and laugh wildly at banquets, saying that he wanted to fight into Highmaul and see with his own eyes what the city behind the high wall was like.

When the time comes, he will manage the orcs in Highmaul, Grommash will manage the orcs outside Highmaul, and when he dies, Grommash will become the master of all Nagrand.

Of course, he did not fulfill his dream. He died in a great hunt. To this day, many Nagrand tribesmen will follow him to the place where he died in battle.

But he's done it now, with Nergo's help.

Grommash has always felt that he must be stronger than his father, but whether it is in terms of force or will, Grommash can only say that he is on par with, not surpassing.

But starting from today, he finally knew where he was strongest than his father.

He has a good adviser and a good lieutenant.

"How about we go there and take a look? Let our ancestors know what great achievements the Warsong clan has achieved today."

Nergo was smiling a little wantonly at this time, not caring about his so-called image at all.

"Let all our compatriots, living and dead, know that the beautiful rivers and mountains of Nagrand are finally in my hands!"

Just as Nelgo finished speaking, the door to Highmaul slowly opened. Grommash raised his head. The goal his father pursued in his life was right in front of him. The city his father dreamed of was already within easy reach.

He roared loudly and rode the war wolf into Highmaul.

At this point, the long-standing dispute between the orcs and the ogres ended, and everything ended with the victory of the Warsong clan. Although there are still many remnants of the ogres that have not yet surrendered to the orcs in time, this is just a matter of time.

Everyone thinks so.